“Hmm. You’re a delightful new acquisition aren’t you?”
The man perusing me looked up and gave a coy look. The bidder glanced down at the papers set out on a small pedestal just in front of my cushion were I was, well, displayed. Including myself, there were eight of us on the well-lit stage in the otherwise dimly lit room. Each of us had a round, high cushion for a seat so we could position ourselves however we pleased, to entice the men bidding in the audience. Some were more blatant than others. Us newcomers lounged on the velvet beneath us and tried to make eye contact when we could, testing out different positions to see what caught the most attention. Those who’d been here seemed to have their routine down, however. Unlike the sapphire that dangled from my cock, those who were making a repeat appearance wore their ‘jewel’ in a different place. Each had a gold-plated buttplug fitted with a dazzling gem at the end, peeking out between their cheeks. Most of the young men were bent over, the better to show off their ‘goods.’ They looked posh and pampered—other Benzarians most likely—though one was so muscular and tanned he must’ve been a dockhand or other kind of laborer.
Turning from them, I gazed at the crowd of bidders who strolled about, considering those of us on the stage and occasionally asking to look closer, requesting for a turn or to have a touch. They were only about ten in all. I had expected there to be a bigger crowd—on and off stage. The few men that were there must indeed pay handsomely for Jewel House to do so well with so few ‘transactions’ per evening.
A tall, stately man with the typical dark Benzarian hair and slightly
Bronzed skin sauntered up. He’d been speaking with a small group of other bidders and I had the impression they were going to join forces to win their chosen ‘jewels’ for the night. His grin was filled with seductive charm and I tried not to look too eager as he drew near.
“Good evening,” he said.
“Good evening, master.”
His grin widened. It wasn’t a term we had to use, but I enjoyed it. “Let’s have a look at you. Stand for me and give a turn,” he said, twirling a finger.
Happy to oblige, I stepped up to the edge of the stage and gave a slow turn and. The stage came to about chest height, so that us jewels were well above the bidders, but still within their reach. This man’s eye level reached to just above my knees.
I did my best to stay still while my stiff cock twitched nearly right in front of the man’s face—which earned me a grin. Dark eyes raked over my body and the man lifted a hand to graze the back of his fingers down the underside of my prick, then loosely cupped my sac.
“Not much hair to obstruct the view of your…assets,” he said with amusement. My cheeks grew warm, but it was the flush of excitement as much as self-consciousness. The hand dropped away and he stepped back. I watched as he glanced again at the papers noting my preferences and looking pleased. “Hmm,” he met my eyes, “we shall see how you perform in private.”
And with that he left me. Those on stage were not privy to who was bidding on them. They only discovered later, when they were led to one of the rooms.
Once back in the waiting room, I sat with the others, impatient to be summoned. And again I had to watch as several others were led out first, but finally, blissfully, I was called.
Fredrick had told me this would be my name for the evening; I stood. The attendant clipped a simple lead around my throat and led us out the door and into a spacious hallway. Deep red and gold carpets covered the floor, soft beneath my bare feet. The walls were a deep brown wood with plaster mouldings gracing the ceiling.
After passing a couple wide foyers and making a few turns, I began to wonder just how extensive the Jewel House was. Eventually we stopped before two carved wooden doors.
The attendant opened them with a grand gesture and led me into a large room. Plush chairs, chaise lounges, and two expansive beds met my gaze. The oil lamps burned dim and made the pale green and light gold décor glow. Everything was opulent velvet and shimmery satin. It would have been overkill anywhere else, but here, where pleasure was unlimited, it suited.
I was evidently the last to arrive, as the room was already quite occupied. There were four bidders within, one with his cock already down the throat of the pretty blond kneeling before his wide chair, while the others were draped over the other seats or standing near the main bed to watch the two young men pawing one another and kissing each other with open mouths.
“In you go, new boy. Enjoy yourself.” The attendant unclipped the lead and gave my ass a little smack.
The door shut and I tried not to squirm as the bidders’ eyes turned toward me. They wore well-cut trousers, waistcoats, and fine linen shirts. Gentle cravats graced each throat and delicate embroidery edged their waistcoats. Expensive clothing, but not that of nobility. Wealthy merchant class, if I had to guess. But all very gentlemanly and demur and proper attire—or would have been if all but one had not had his cock already released and standing erect before him.
I swallowed. Somehow the sight was even more erotic than if they’d been naked. My poor erection, bound at the base as it was, grew painful with the need for release.
“Ah, finally!” said the man who’d fondled me during the ‘auction.’ He walked over and cupped my ass to nudge me forward. “Come in. Get comfortable.” He gestured to one of the chaise lounges and I laid down across it, trying to look more relaxed than I felt. It wasn’t that I was nervous over what might happen; just that I didn’t know what the next step was or what to do with myself. I was pretty certain I was the only one there who hadn’t done this before.
“I’m Markus,” the man before me said. “The gentleman about to come in the chair over there is Stewart. This is Jacob and Charles,” he said, nodding to a tall auburn-haired man and a shorter, slimmer man with brown hair who walked over from where he’d been standing, soaking in the sight of the men on the bed.
“And you are Sapphire this evening, is that right?” Markus asked.
“Yes.” I couldn’t help blushing at the ridiculous pseudonym.
“I’m surprised you chose a newcomer this evening. We won’t be able to fuck him. He is lovely, though. Full lips and pretty cock,” Charles said, holding my chin and tilting my head.
Markus shrugged. “We will be his first here at the House, Charles,” he said with a smile, “We can christen him.”
Charles chuckled, stroking his hard dick.
“And our other Jewels might be annoyed if we gave all the attention to the new gem,” said Jacob, eying the two men on the bed, who were gazing at them as they licked and rubbed against each other. I wondered if it would be out of line for me to ask to join them.
“Don’t you worry,” Markus said with a grin to the two young men, “You’ll both be fucked as much as you like tonight. But for now…” He unfastened his own breeches and pulled out his dick.
The picture before me nearly made me salivate—these three handsome men, all clothed but for their rigid cocks in hand—standing over my naked body.
“How do you want me, masters?”
Markus’s grin widened and he put out a hand, running a finger across my lips. Would sucking on it would be considered ‘penetration’ and against the rules? I had to do something! Parting my lips, I slid my tongue over his skin.
“Mmm,” Markus murmured, his other hand fondling his length. “Very eager.”
I kissed his palm and nodded.
“On all fours?” Charles suggested, leisurely stroking himself.
“Hmm, first, let us get a good look at him. Lean back and spread yourself for us.”
Arousal shot through me like a hammer as I reclined back on the chaise lounge. With slow relish, I drew back my knees, spreading my thighs to display myself.
“Lovely,” Jacob murmured.
Markus groaned. “I already feel ready to explode.”
“We do have all night,” Jacob replied with amusement. “But he was your choice—don’t you want to ‘christen’ him first?”
“I’m feeling generous.”
With a laugh, Jacob stepped up to the chaise. Lifting my hands above my head I arched back, drinking in the sight of the man pumping his cock above me. I could’ve watched him for hours. The heat in his eyes made my cock twitch with delight and my skin tingle as if his gaze was a physical touch. It overcame him as well apparently; Jacob came quickly, gasping and shooting pools of come across my belly. He stood panting in the aftermath and I smiled at the gift dipping down my sides.
“Oh my,” Jacob sighed as I locked on his eyes and spread my hand through the mess, bringing it to my lips. I watched at them all, heavy-lidded, as I licked my fingers clean, and saw my own desire mirrored in their eyes.
“Are you sure you don’t want to join us, Stewart?” Markus asked his friend sitting across the room.
In reply, the man only grunted and resumed stroking his fingers through his pet’s hair, still busy mouth-fucking him.
Once I had finished with the offering on my torso, Charles stepped up. “Let’s have you turn onto all fours now, shall we?”
He rubbed his leaking cock against my cheek, and I nuzzled my lips against him. There was absolutely no question that I would return to the Jewel House, because this whole ‘no penetration’ requirement for the first visit was driving me mad. I wanted that cock filling my mouth, forcing me open as semen splashed my throat! The other two men ran knowing hands over my body, their cocks occasionally brushing my skin and making me groan.
My erection was dripping like slow syrup onto the lounger beneath me, and I was torn between begging them to let him come and praying the sweet torture would go on forever. Behind me, Markus rubbed my ass, spreading me open and stroking his thumbs along my portal.
“Such a lovely rosebud you have here,” Markus said with a purr. He paused, and must’ve licked his finger, for when he returned his attentions, the slick saliva tingled over my ass. “I do hope you’ll return. I think we would all agree on how delightful it would be to see our come slipping out your hole after we had each taken turns stretching it wide with our cocks.”
All I could do was shiver and nod, unable to speak even a coherent sentence as that vision danced in my head. Charles moved his wet cockhead across my mouth and it took all my will not to part my lips and swallow him. Instead, I gave him a long, sensuous lick.
“Ahh!” Charles grunted. “That’s not quite playing fair, is it? You’d like me to shove my cock inside your mouth as much as me. But we mustn’t break the rules. We wouldn’t be allowed back! I’ll settle for this.” And he proceeded to slide and smack my cheeks and chin with his rigid length. I murmured approval and moved into him, lifting my face for more. It pleased me to no end to see the way he bit his lip and looked at me with slack-jawed lust, until he finally gave himself over to release.
“Oh yes!” Charles hissed. His body shook with each spasm of jizz. And while he made messy work of pumping himself over my face, I opened wide to catch what I could of his cream.
I was left with my cheeks dripping and I looked up at my ‘masters’ with a grin as I licked my lips.
“We mustn’t waste any, look how he relishes it,” Markus said, step up as Charles took a seat to catch his breath. Using his shaft, Markus wiped up his friend’s come and pushed his cock toward my mouth. “Lick it clean.”
Oh yes. They were exploring so many things I had never been able to do before. ‘Proper’ young gentlemen did nothing of this sort, spoke nothing like this, and were absolutely unable to express their carnal desires so blatantly. I had been raised to know that my only duty in bed would be to please my future wife. All other desires were secondary. This, I thought, as I licked the cock before me clean, had nothing to do with duty. And these men weren’t shy about getting what they wanted or giving me what they knew I desired. Hedonism, to be sure, but it was contained to this place and time, and in this private little world, I was going to lap up every ounce of pleasure to be had.